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if i am what life wanted me to be
and what i am is nor perfect nor wise
who am i to judge
the whims of time.
and yet i am a poet
and a professor
blame university for that
and yet a fool of the palace
that yet believes in what is good and true
in a dream of a midsummer
where fallen stars faded in the sky
and no elf or troll under the bridge was near
i saw the end of times
the air was hot
and lava was everywhere
the sky was red as blood
and no man was there
and i as a watcher i knew
it was Ragnarok the end of times
above the high throne
where the king sat
i saw the crown of flame
and the nature of the beast
i heard a strange voice a voice cracked as thunder
and from the ashes a new life will be born
the race of men will be extinct
and one that never walked under the sun shall be
while i never believe
nor i remember
i awake upset and crazy from my sleep
i am sure it was the late night drink
and the movie of sci-fi
those are the fractions of a crazy dream
i saw once while i was asleep
and i fear as we walk towards those ways
what came to be a dream
shall be true again
and what it was a dream
shall be the truth of the world
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